About a week ago, I went to visit my best friend from high school and his girlfriend in Colombia (the country). Being in the military, I spent over 2 months doing paperwork, completing countless hours of hostage training, and trying to convince my superiors that I would not be joining a Colombian drug cartel. After miraculously receiving approval, I spent over $800 and traveled over 2000 miles, only to experience the true meaning of a "third wheel".
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